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Celebrity Hypnotist 11 - Part 4/5.
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1993.
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Sandra cried out as I pressed my cockhead against the entrance
of her bald pussy. Her fingernails slid along my back, not drawing my
blood but sending thrills throughout my back.
"Just relax," I whispered,"Don't fight it."
And then with a smoothness that came from experience, I slid
forward into Sandra's juicy cunt and kept pressing.
Sandra's eyes widened hugely, her mouth became a giant O and
she stared up at me in total shock. And then her mouth slid into a
huge smile.
"Oh! John Spartan!" she cried out,"WOW!"
In reality, if I had taken her virginity as quickly as that she
would have been in quite some pain. But since this wasn't reality (well,
for me it was, she was living in a fantasy) and she wasn't actually a
virgin, all she felt was pleasure.
So for a few moments I lay there, my cock buried inside Sandra
Bullock's cunt, then I slowly pulled back, feeling her tight, bald cunt
pulling back on my cock. I pulled out to the point of exit, then slid
slowly back in to the hilt again.
"Oooh yeah!" I cried out,"Nice! Fucking nice!"
Sandra's eyes rolled back in her head, moaning out loudly as she
felt, for the first time in her mind at least, a cock pushing in and out
of her cunt.
"Oh, John Spartan!" she cried,"It hurt's so good!"
I ignored that little paradox, concentrating on pushing in and out
of her tight, bald cunt. Her silken nighty was sliding up as she arched
her back and her ass ground up and down on the carpet. I moved one hand
up from the ground, supporting myself fully with one arm, and flipped
it up, revealing her small, erect breasts.
I leaned forward, continuing to stroke my cock in and out of her
cunt and took one erect nipple in my mouth, sucking lightly on her small
tit-flesh.
"Ooooh," she moaned, moving her ass around underneath me, her
smooth cheeks sliding around over the material of the carpet.
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The Trial - March 16th, 1999.
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"You are under oath," said McKenzie to his client, stating a
fact and not asking a question.
"Yes."
"Telling a lie is called committing perjury, it is a crime and
will be punished."
"I understand, yes."
McKenzie leaned forward, his face intense,"Are you the Celebrity
Hypnotist?"
"No."
"Perjury is a crime."
"Yes, it is, and no, I'm still not the Celebrity Hypnotist."
"Where were you on the day that Ms. Zuniga claims to have been
raped?"
"I was at a friends house."
"Where was this house?"
"Three down from Ms. Zuniga's."
"What was the weather like that day?"
"It was strange that day, I remember, because it was overcast
at first and I got all dressed up in warm clothes, then the sun came
out and I had to take most of it off."
"And this was before or after you raped Ms. Zuniga?"
asked McKenzie, no change in the tone of his voice.
"Neither," came the reply,"I didn't rape her."
"So you claim the sex was consensual?"
"There was no sex."
"Just felt her up then? took some photos?"
"No, I didn't even go into her house, in fact I didn't even know
she lived there until after I was arrested."
"If it pleases the Court," said McKenzie,"I present into evidence,
exhibit 5A, a written statement from the individual whom my client visited
that day, confirming that they did, indeed, spend the day together. The
individual in question has also agreed to testify, and will be called later
in the day to do so."
The statement was handed around, the name on the bottom of the
document impressing most of them.
"How did you feel when you were told what you had been arrested
for?" asked McKenzie of his client.
"At first shock, disbelief, then eventually outraged when I
realized it wasn't going to blow over and go away. I didn't do the things
I've been accused of, and the fact that they might have happened at all I
find sickening."
"Have you ever meet Gary Cole?"
"Several times, we exchanged pleasantries at parties, went to a
couple of auditions a few years ago before I became a bit more famous
than him and we moved into different circles."
"When you discovered what he had done, what was your reaction."
"At first I didn't believe it, but after I heard Teri Hatcher's
testimony I definitely believed, and it made me sick and angry. I wanted
to smash the bastard up, what he was planning to do and keep doing just
isn't right, no matter what age we might live in."
"I ask you again, are you the Celebrity Hypnotist?"
"And I say again, no, I am not the Celebrity Hypnotist."
"No further questions, Your Honor," said Prescott with a smile,
turned and returned to his bench.
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Sandra Bullock - 1993.
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Sandra's cunt, wet and juicy from her high state of arousal, was
making juicy, squishing noises as I plunged my cock in and out of her
faster and faster. Sandra could feel her juices running out of her cunt
and past my cock, dripping down her crotch and between her ass-crack,
which actually decreased some of the friction.
My cock was sluicing in and out of her cunt, filling her
completely, rubbing all four walls of her vaginal passage, sending hot
strokes of erotic fire throughout her clitoris.
At first she'd just lay there, moaning and groaning as I fucked
in and out of her tight little snatch, but now she was rocking her hips
back and forth, squirming her ass about on the carpet and pushing her
cunt up to meet each stroke of my cock into her pussy.
She moved faster and faster, pumping her hips up to match the
speed of my strokes, then speeding up and causing me to fuck in and out
of her even faster. Every time my cock sliced in-between her tightly
clasping cuntlips she let out a moan of pleasure, I also groaned happily
as I sucked and nibbled at her breasts.
I finally lifted my mouth from Sandra Bullock's small, firm
breasts and arched my spine back, once again supporting my weight with
both hands. Arching my back to change the angle and depth of my thrusts,
fucking my cock in and out of her, slamming my dick in to the hilt and
taking some time to grind against her clitoris, driving her wild, sending
shivers of ecstasy throughout her body.
"Oh, John Spartan! Do it! Faster! Faster! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!!"
she cried out, her face contorted in pleasure,"Deeper! FUCK ME DEEPER!!!"
She slammed her hips up eagerly, her firm little
asscheeks clenching together, contracting and squeezing as she humped
up and down against me. She squeezed her cunt around my cock, her hands
sliding up and running all over her breasts, which were covered in her
sweat and some of my saliva. She tweaked at her nipples and ground the
back of her head back into the carpet.
I fucked into her with quick, hard thrusts, my hips slamming
against hers, my cock grinding against her clitoris, shoving hard against
her bald cuntlips.
"AHH FUCK!" she cried out, either forgetting that her character
wasn't supposed to swear in the future or making an in-joke about the
lack of profanity and it's link to sex... who gave a shit.
She screamed out in ecstasy, spreading her legs wider and wider
along the carpet, humping her ass up, hips banging against mine.
Our movements were choreographed almost perfectly, the thrusts
and pounding of our bodies together seemed to be timed naturally. Every
time I rammed inside of her she was slamming her hips back up, every time
I pulled out she ground her ass back into the carpet so that my cock was
pushing in and out of her cunt in twice the time it would have if I'd been
fucking her in total control.
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The Trial - March 16th, 1999.
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Donovan sat still, staring directly at the man in the witness
bench.
"Mr. Prescott?" asked Judge Calthers.
"Slick son of a bitch, aren't you," Donovan said suddenly, his
voice icy, just loud enough to be heard.
"Wha...."
"Don't talk to me!" snapped Donovan, still sitting, his face
contorted in total disgust,"Don't you sit there and talk to me like you're
a human being!"
"Objection, yo..." started McKenzie, but was over-ridden by the
scraping of Donovan's chair as he slid it back and leaped up from his
chair, moving around the desk quickly and striding towards the witness
box so quickly that the man sitting there was slightly taken aback.
"You aren't any kind of human!" yelled Donovan,"You're a cold
hearted, sick monster. You prey on others, violating their minds and
their bodies and then think that because you've got some money, because
you're a ceh-leb-rah-tee...." the word positively dripped with vitriol,
Donovan practically spat it out,"... that you can get away with it! You
think that you're above it all, that the rules apply to everyone but
YOU!"
"OBJECTION!" yelled McKenzie,"Your Honor, he is badgering my
client!"
"Sustained!" snapped Calthers,"Mr. Prescott, you will not abuse
and insult the client or I will hold you in contempt."
Donovan stopped, turned and stared at the Judge in seemingly
total fury, his teeth clenched and hands balled into fists at his sides,
then he took a deep breath, calmed himself and turned to face the man
in the box.
"Are you the Celebrity Hypnotist?" he asked.
The man seemed a bit taken aback, but sensing things were back
on a more even keel now, relaxed slightly and answered.
"No."
"Did you rape Daphne Zuniga?"
"No."
"Did you rape Jenna Elfman?"
"No."
"Did you rape Cindy Crawford or Julia Roberts?"
"No."
"Did you engage in sexual congress of any sort in any way with
Daphne Zuniga, Jenna Elfman, Cindy Crawford or Julia Roberts?"
"No."
"Are you lying?"
"No."
"May I remind you that you are under oath."
"I am telling the truth."
"No, you're not," replied Donovan calmly,"You're lying through
your stinking, filthy mouth."
"Wha...?"
"Objection!" cried McKenzie.
"Mr. Prescott, I am warning you...."
"Sir, are you human?" asked Donovan, turning around and presenting
his back to the defendant.
"What? Of course I am."
Donovan walked to his bench and, with his back still turned, began
to rifle through his documents,"May I remind you, scum, that you're under
oath."
"Stop calling me that!" snapped the defendant.
"Yes, stop insulting the defendant, Mr. Prescott," growled Judge
Calthers, dangerously close to citing Donovan with contempt.
"He isn't deserving of any basic human considerations, Your
Honor," came the reply from Donovan, still with his back turned,"He is
a sub-human caveman with all the human spirit and dignity of a slug."
"Hey!" cried the defendant,"I don't have to take this kind of
crap."
"And why the hell not?" asked Donovan,"I can't even bare to look
at you."
"Hey, I didn't have to come up here you know! I didn't have to
subject myself to this kind of harassment when I haven't even committed
a crime."
Donovan whirled to face the defendant,"You haven't committed a
crime?" he cried incredulously.
"No!"
"How can you not call raping four or more women a crime, you
diseased filth?"
"Objection!" cried McKenzie.
"I didn't rape them!"
"You did!"
"I didn't!"
"Your Honor!" snapped McKenzie.
"I am warning you for the last time, Prescott," snapped Calthers.
Donovan suddenly stopped, his face becoming filled with dismay,
his eyes seeming to sink.
"Oh shit," he muttered, turning slightly, his face looking at
the floor,"What have I done."
"Huh?" asked the Defendant.
Gorman looked over at McKenzie, who shrugged, a serious look of
concern on his face.
"What was I thinking," muttered Donovan,"Oh man, just what was I
thinking?"
He looked up at the defendant, who seemed completely perplexed
by these sudden mood swings.
"I apologize, oh I apologize, I'm so sorry."
"You are?" asked the defendant.
"You are?" asked Judge Calthers.
"What was I thinking? I should never have insulted and yelled
at you like that?"
"No, you shouldn't," said the defendant, still slightly ruffled
at the mistreatment that he wasn't used to getting,"It was disgraceful."
"It was, you deserve better," said the downcast Donovan.
"I do, I didn't come in to be abused."
"I guess I was just taking my aggression at losing this case
out on you, and it was inexcusable."
"Yes, it was," muttered the defendant, who had gotten over the
shock of the abuse and was now trying to calm down his growing temper
at being insulted.
"You're an important person..."
"A very important person," agreed the defendant.
"I guess I'm just a little jealous of you, I guess you
can understand that, can't you?"
"Of course."
"It happens all the time, doesn't it?"
"Yes, it does."
McKenzie wasn't sure if he should object or not, it seemed that
Donovan wasn't going anywhere, but if left long enough he might hang
himself with his own rope. He decided to sit back and wait.
"You're always meeting people less important than you."
"Yes."
"And they come up to you, ask you questions, make bad jokes you've
heard a thousand times already, waste your valuable time in their effort
to make themselves feel like more than they are."
"All the time," muttered the celebrity defendant.
"And of course, you have to cultivate that public image, you
have to let them bother you, waste your time and annoy you and just take
it, because even though you're better than them, it's their
public perception that helps make you famous."
"You have no idea," grumbled the defendant, who had seemed to
have forgotten that he was even in a courtroom. The room was completely
silent, everyone focused on the strange conversation going on between the
lawyer and the defendant. Judge Calthers included, who had decided
that as long as questions were being asked, he wouldn't intervene or
call Prescott to approach the bench to explain his strange behavior
earlier.
"Man, it must be tough to find ways to let off that pressure,
especially with so many prying eyes on you?"
"It builds and builds and builds, man."
"An ordinary man has to let off steam, and it's even harder for
an important man, isn't it?"
"Pressure can get to you sometimes," muttered the now melancholy
and grumpy defendant.
"Oh shit," whispered McKenzie from his seat, his eyes growing
wide,"Oh shit no."
"And those women should have been grateful that you deigned to
let them have sex with you, shouldn't they," muttered Donovan in the
same tone of voice.
"You're fucking right they should have."
The room went deafly silent, the silence so loud it became almost
a physical presence.
Alex McKenzie was halfway standing, his mouth hanging open, he'd
been about to object, but been beaten.
Anthony Gorman's pen hung from his dry lip, he's been chewing
absently on it.
The Jury were totally hushed, all had been leaning forward to
hear the low conversation between Prosecutor and Defendant.
Judge Scott Calthers' eyes had knitted together in an angry
glare, he was staring right at the defendant.
The defendants mouth was wide open, his eyes even wider, he'd
just realized what he'd done.
And a slow, smug grin was growing on Donovan Prescott's mouth.
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Sandra Bullock - 1993.
----------------------
Sandra Bullock - star of Speed & Demolition Man - cried out in
animalistic passion, threw back her head and screamed as her eyes rolled
back so far that only the whites of her eyes showed. Every thrust of
my cock inside of her pushed her higher and higher, bringing her closer
and closer to orgasm. It was no intense that she could no longer hold
back and for the first time in her character's life, she had a real
orgasm.
She squealed like a kettle that had reached boiling point, grabbing
my waist because my back was out of her reach, and trying to pull me
hard against her even as she ground her hips up hard against mine, her
body jerking and shaking, tears streaming unnoticed from her eyes as she
cried out and spread her legs as wide as possible to get as much of my
cock inside of her as she could.
"Oh yeah!" I cried out,"Take it, take it! TAKE IT!!!"
She arched beneath me, bucking her hips and squeezing down on
my cock, her bald cuntlips tugging and milking at my member, trying to
squeeze my sperm out.
"Here it comes!" I cried out,"Get ready!"
My body seemed to lock into place, my cock grinding against her
cuntlips and clitoris. My cock pumped and jerked, seeming to swell inside
of her pussy, and then I fired, shooting my sperm inside of her.
I cried out in pleasure as I felt my cum burst out from my cock,
shooting deep inside of Sandra Bullock's cunt. I continued to ram in and
out of her, fucking her with loud, squishing noises as her juices tried
to burst free from her cunt, my cock slamming in and out of her gushing
snatch and sending the aftershocks of pleasure throughout our post-orgasmic
bodies.
With a moan, my arms first quivered, then shook, then collapsed,
and I fell down on top of her, our bodies pressing together, her tits
hot and warm as they squashed against my chest. I could feel the warm
wetness of her cunt around my cock, her juices all over my thighs and
belly.
I lifted my head from next to hers and moved my lips to hers,
lightly brushing against her own and licking quickly between her parted
lips. We kissed a little deeper, our bodies rubbing against each other,
and then finally I rolled off of her, my cock pulling out of her tight
cunt with a squelching noise.
We lay next to each other, her panting quite heavily, her body
glistening with sweat, chest rising and falling, her erect nipples refusing
to go down. Slowly she reached down between her legs, still spread, and
cupped her cuntmound, squeezing it slightly and moaning happily.
"Good," she moaned,"I can't believe what we've been missing out
on for the last few decades."
"Just wait till I teach you about anal sex," I chuckled sleepily,
then rolled over and pretended to go to sleep.
Sandra's eyes widened, which one camera would be zoomed in on,
and then she slipped back into a trance like state. This was where the
film would be cut, as part of a joke for the clients and maybe a setup
for a sequel, although I wouldn't handle that, I don't like sequels.
I rolled over and got up, walking to the easy chair in the set
which had been reconstructed from the movie to copy Sandra's apartment. I
pulled on my robe and turned to look at Sandra, I chuckled, then reached
into my pocket, flicking a switch on the small black device that turned
the cameras on and off.
I knelt down beside her, running my hand over her naked body
a few times and making small circles over her nipples. Then I stood
up and walked back to the chair, sitting down and getting comfortable.
I then proceeded to deprogram her, making sure that this scene
was remembered as nothing more than a fantasy or dream, one which would
be stored in short-term memory and dreamt out of her system over a week.
Once finished I had her go and use the showers specially set up
for her, then get dressed and leave the set, where a driver would be
waiting to take her back to the hotel she was staying at. After that
she would make her own way home, remembering nothing of this.
Another job well done.
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The Trial - March 16th, 1999.
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The stenographer had also paused, hand poised over the final
key to type in the last part of the defendants last words.
Finally, he dropped his hand down and hit the key, and the noise
seemed to break the cone of silence which had descended on the court.
"You. son. of. a. bitch," said the defendant clearly, his face
shocked, he was in total disbelief of what had just happened.
"Your Honor," said McKenzie, finishing standing up,"I move the
last line of my client's testimony be stricken from the record."
"Why?" asked Donovan, still smiling,"Because he admitted his
guilt?"
"My client was tricked into making a statement which, when taken
out of context as it was, could be misconstrued as an admission of guilt."
"Bullshit, Alex," muttered Judge Calthers,"The testimony stands."
"Your Honor...."
"I've made my ruling, Mr. McKenzie," said Calthers,"Continue
your questioning, Mr. Prescott."
"Son of a bitch," muttered the defendant, shaking his head with
a look of something akin to admiration,"You had me half hypnotized, I
didn't even think that I was in the Courtroom... you have a natural
talent, I could mold you into something special."
"Explain, Mr. Bigshot," said Donovan,"You know you've been dying
to brag to people about 'your work' for years now."
The defendant leaned forward, a grin spreading over his face,
an almost radiant, gleeful grin,"You know, I think I will."
Gorman groaned, sinking back in his chair.
"Fucking idiot," muttered McKenzie, just loud enough to be heard
by his 1st Chair,"We still could have spun this, but the moment he let
slip he felt like all the pressure had finally been lifted off of him,
and he's gonna fly high for a few moments before he explodes."
- Better to burn out than to fly away - thought Gorman.
"I am the Celebrity Hypnotist," chuckled the defendant, turning
to stare at The Jury,"I did fuck those women, and they were good! Nothing
like celebrity pussy!"
Several members of The Jury blanched.
"I learnt how to hypnotize when I was young, used it to make
my way into entertainment, make some money, get pussy whenever I wanted."
"Go on."
"But it wasn't enough, I had chicks throwing their hot asses
at me, but what I wanted was what I couldn't have. I saw those hot
celebrity bitches nearly every day and wanted them bad, and I couldn't
get them," he paused to sip at a glass of water,"Then I heard about the
Celebrity Rapist trial, and it gave me an idea. I would do what Gary
did, but I would do it smart, make it so the bitches enjoyed it, and
also make it so they would never remember a thing."
"But one did, didn't she?" said Donovan.
"Yeah, I don't know why, maybe I rushed it because I had so many
other people to hypnotize for that scene, all the gardening staff and
security guards and all that."
"Where did The Organization come into it?"
"Organization? Oh yeah, that thing. I don't know if Gary was
telling the truth or not, but I wasn't involved with anything like that.
It sounds like paranoid crap to me, though."
"Then how did you make those tapes?"
"I wanted to keep film of what I'd done, so that I could remember
how fun it was to fuck those hot, uppity bitches. But I'm not a dummy,
if I'd left my own face and body in and it had been found I'd have been
fucked. It took a long time, I had to hypnotize people who gave me
connections to people which gave me connections to others until finally
I found the leader in the field, he developed his own tech, said it
was better than anyone else's. He put fake bodies and faces over mine
and took out the errors. I guess that he wasn't as good as he thought,
since that freak Allen could tell they were fakes."
Donovan frowned, he had been sure that there was an Organization,
but the defendant seemed completely sincere.
"When I was arrested, I took the first free opportunity I got
to get to Richard Gere, Julia Roberts, Cindy Crawford & Jenna Elfman
and hypnotize them. There were others I did, but after I found out that
my tape expert had given those particular films to The D.A in exchange for
immunity on some kind of drugs bust, I knew those were the ones that
would have to be covered."
"And what were these others?"
"I'll write them all down in a confession," said the defendant
with an arrogant grin,"It's too many to name right now."
Judge Calther's face was becoming steadily redder and redder,
his anger building.
"And why are you telling us all this?" asked Donovan,"Are you
expecting to get a lighter sentence?"
All the while Donovan's mind was wheeling along, he knew there
were inconsistencies in the defendant's story, such as Rob Anderson's
death and Dave Holloway's subsequent arrest and revelation of
The Organization. But that could be sorted out later, right now he
needed to get the defendant to hang himself completely.
"I don't care about lighter sentences," said the defendant with
a smile,"Because I'm not going to jail."
"Oh?" asked Donovan,"Why not?"
"Because.... ZYMURGY!" he cried out, clapping his hands together
over his head, a huge smile on his face.
The Jury, Lawyers and Judge stared at him in confusion, the
defendant retained his large grin for a second, then it wavered, relaxed
and finally fell. His hands dropped to his sides.
"What the fuck? Why aren't you hypnotized?"
"Were you trying to hypnotize us?" asked Donovan in disbelief,"You
were trying to fucking hypnotize us!!"
"Oh fuck," whispered the defendant,"I've confessed, I've confessed
and fucking hung myself!!!"
"Mister," said Judge Calthers angrily,"I suggest to you that now
would be a very good time to change your plea."
McKenzie nodded as his defendant looked at him, Gorman couldn't
even meet his eyes.
"You have no other options, asshole," said Donovan quietly, his
mouth still smiling slightly.
"I...I.... zymurgy?" he whispered hopefully, when nothing happened
he sighed,"No? Okay, fine, I.... I change my plea to guilty."
Donovan felt his heart leap in excitement, a big, goofy grin
tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Thank goodness," growled Judge Calthers,"Enough of this dicking
around, let's get down to business."
He leaned towards the defendant.
"You, sir, will be taken away to a cell tonight, where you will
be held in solitary confinement until tomorrow at 9:30 AM, when I will
announce my sentence. You will then be shipped, most likely to a special
criminal facility, and about an hour later I will lift the name suppression
order and let the world know about what a sick, vile son of a bitch you
are."
He leaned back in his seat, lifted his hammer and smashed it into
the gavel several times.
"And it is with a great deal of pleasure that I adjourn this
case, well done, Mr. Prescott."
And with that, it was done.
End Part 4/5
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